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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

:: Many Snakes, No Ladders ::

January 26th, 2012

:: Many Snakes, No Ladders ::

It was not often I drove him home, and shared a quiet momentIn the comfort of the car, where nothing else bothered us; justMe, and him, and the road. He has always been the quietest of theThree of us; silent, moody, bordering on the verge of nihilism."I made a resolution," he uttered, and I turned the radio volume down."But I will not share it with you, until I have achieved it." Perhaps,He has wisened up from the repeated wild-goose-chases.Then again, do we all not grow up, when we learn from our pastExperiences? Yet, his shadow of doubt weighed heavily on him.And on me too, as I felt the heaviness of his complex. EveryMisstep in one's life limits the options. Ultimately, the last few Remaining options entails much hard work and a slow steady climb.Many snakes, no ladders. As a drizzle started and drops began toFall onto the window pane, I offered an optimistic note,But the windscreen wiper wiped it away, together with the rainwater.We could see clearly - it was not going to be a smooth ride."The good thing about being down, is that you can only go up,"Was my ending note for the Rabbit year, as he left the car.I drove home after that, but his shadow remained with me,In the passenger seat, bringing the car to a crawl.